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What's this?

So, I know you like to act
like it's just another day,

but that would be a cardinal
sin in the Lewicki house, so...

Happy Birthday, Doc.

Thank you, Lewicki. It's...

Very thoughtful.

Right. Well, um...

I'm gonna start getting ready for class.

You forgot, didn't you?

What sadist decided
that we should celebrate

the inexorable march
toward death, anyway?

It's not sadism, Daniel.

It's an excuse for people in
your life to show you they care.

Yeah, don't care, Natalie.
I haven't since I was a kid.

Correction... you don't celebrate.

You haven't since you were diagnosed.

Thank you for pointing that out.

There's the birthday boy!

Paul, I don't want to
make a big thing about it.

Oh, too late, buddy. I've already
made arrangements for Thursday night,

courtesy of none other
than Gilbert Didion.

I don't know who that is.

The Enfant Terrible of
Franco-Pacific cuisine.

He's opening a new
restaurant in Wicker Park.

I don't like crowds. You know that.

It's a Chef's table, Daniel.

A private dinner for a few select
gourmands to sample the menu.

This is a major
hook-up, if I do say so.

Well, I'd love to, but I have
an exam to prepare for Friday.

No, you don't.

Phone.

Kate.

Save your breath, Daniel. I
won't take no for an answer.

- Paul...
- Not listening!

Thursday at 7:00. I will pick you up.

No, you don't. You didn't have anything.

His name's Kurt Simpson.

Three weeks ago he was found in a
motel room in Three Rivers, Michigan,

shot twice in the chest.

Did I hear it was your birthday?

Vicious rumor.

So, what? Local authorities
couldn't find a suspect?

No, the crime scene was clean.

This guy was a loner. He didn't
have any friends, no family.

Just a job managing the
Tip Top Buffet in Portage.

Well, there's your motive.
The guy ran a community trough.

Anybody lose a loved one to
E. Coli recently or swine flu?

No.

But yesterday the cyber unit
found a civilian complaint

that was filed against Simpson a few
weeks before the murder, in "Caleidoscope".

Turns out this guy did have a
life, just not in the real world.

Go back. "Caleidoscope"?

I'll let Fleckner explain.

Technically, "Caleidoscope" is a
massively multiplayer online social game.

But you can think of
it as Facebook in 3-D.

I think of it as a delivery system
for attention-deficit disorder.

Right, because video games cause A.D.D.

That's an old wives' tale, man.

- Fleckner, don't engage.
- Oh, really? Really?

Are these old wives responsible
for the overstimulated Limbic System

and the stunted social growth, too?

- Daniel.
- What? I can't ask a question?

Listen, a "Caleidoscope"
user creates an avatar

to represent himself as he
explores the Virtual Universe.

It's just like real life.

He can shop, travel, start
a business, build a house.

Or, as in the case of our murder
victim, commit identity theft.

Fleckner, that was your cue.

Oh, sorry. Yeah, MPresario.

Based on information
from the game developer,

we know that this is
Kurt Simpson's avatar.

According to our online
tipster, our murder victim was

using "Caleidoscope" to sell
stolen credit-card numbers.

Stolen, no doubt, from the unfortunate
patrons of the Tip Top Buffet.

How do you "virtually
report" someone to the FBI?

You use a virtual billboard.

Of course, it's completely impossible
to monitor everything online but,

at least people know
we're just a click away.

Which brings us to Jeremy108.

In the real world, he's Jeremy Nordhoff.

He's 22. He lives in Chicago.

About a month ago, he clicked
on one of our billboards

in "Caleidoscope" and filed
a report against MPresario.

A month ago? I thought the Internet
was supposed to make everything faster.

Do you know how many online tips we get?

I got to Nordhoff as soon as I could.

And then I ran a check, and
I found out that MPresario,

A.K.A. Kurt Simpson,
had just been killed.

So it's game on.

Fleckner's looking into
Simpson's online accounts.

Meanwhile, I called Jeremy
Nordhoff to see what he knows.

- And?
- That's where I'm gonna need your help.

Why?

Because according to Jeremy's mother,

he hasn't spoken a word
to anyone in five years.

Jeremy was always shy and nervous around
other people, and then one day he just...

Decided not to come out of his room.

17 years old.

I thought it was because
he was afraid of his father.

But then Gary left,
and it just got worse.

- And that's when he stopped talking?
- And he hasn't left the house since.

Look, I'm not a computer person. I
don't know what Jeremy does online.

But he's extremely fragile.

And unless you've got a magic spell...

He's not gonna talk to you either.

Sweetie.

These are the people from
the FBI I told you about.

Hi, Jeremy. I'm Daniel. This is Kate.

Hello.

You, uh, mind if I sit down?

You don't have to say a word to us.

But Kate does have to
ask you some questions

about the complaint that you made.

So if you want to answer
"yes," why don't you hit the...

"Y" key and the "N" for "no," okay?

Oh! It's okay, Sweetie.
Nothing to worry about.

Mommy will clean it up.

You should see me at home. I'm
like a bull in a China shop.

Jeremy, the avatar that
you reported to the FBI,

MPresario, in real life, he
was a man named Kurt Simpson.

Three weeks ago, he was murdered.
We're trying to figure out who did it.

Do you know of anyone else who is
connected to the credit-card scam?

Just "Y" or "N".

I think he's having a panic attack.

- Jeremy? Jeremy, just listen to my voice.
- Oh, no. No, no, you don't. Go. Please.

- I... Mrs. Nordhoff...
- Out!

I'm right here, Sweetie.
Let's breathe together.

In...

Take a kid with social anxiety
disorder, add an abusive father...

Who then abandoned the family.

I have to go in there and talk to him.

- Didn't we just try that?
- No, I mean I have to go in that...

Game where he's apparently
able to communicate.

The kid needs therapy badly.

Yeah, well, he also may
have information on a murder.

You can't just go online and
have a conversation with him.

Why not?

Because the rules are different. I
mean, cyber has to monitor everything.

- There are approvals, paperwork...
- How long is that gonna take?

A couple hours.

Day at the most. Try to be patient.

Could you hurry up, please?

It's a process, okay? I
have to create your avatar.

All right, so...

Who is the virtual Daniel Pierce?

Make it whatever you want. And
please don't ever ask me that again.

Well, Doc, an avatar is
a form of self-expression.

It's who you are outside
the limits of the real world.

Lewicki, I don't exist outside
the limits of the real world!

Well, okay, sometimes I do, but
I'd rather avoid that if possible.

Well, my avatar looks like M.J.

- Jordan?
- Jackson. Old school version.

I also have a virtual car like
the one in the "thriller" video.

- When he turns into the Werewolf...
- How often do you...

No, never mind, I don't want to know.

Just make the avatar like me.

Only without the, uh...

- Gray hair?
- Exactly.

- What about clothes?
- Definitely.

- But what kind?
- I don't care, Lewicki!

All right. Okay. Uh...

You're getting dark jeans
and a leather jacket.

Oh, check this out.

This place you're going to, the
Prism Lounge, they have karaoke.

- So?
- So you should sing a song!

I'm not gonna sing a song, Lewicki.

Come on, Doc. You love to sing.

Not in front of people. Or cartoons.

If you're not gonna participate,
then what's the point?

I just want to understand
the appeal for Jeremy.

All right, well, use this to talk.

Unless you'd rather type.

Okay.

Now what?

Now you find someone interesting
and start a conversation.

I know how to mingle,
Lewicki. How do I move?

Use the arrow keys.

Yeah?

Okay. Uh...

Just yell if you need me.

You know how to do that.

Hm.

Jeremy definitely doesn't
come here for the music.

Hey. That's my girlfriend.

Oh, sorry um...

She's a little flat.

Flat? She's a 36D!

I meant tonally.

- What?
- Never mind.

You think you can do better?

Than a 36D? Not without surgery.

And w-who gets defensive about
their girlfriend's virtual boobs?

Okay, you are officially hilarious.

Can I buy you a drink?

You want to buy me a drink?

Yes. In case you hadn't
noticed, you're in a bar.

No, actually I'm in my kitchen.

If I want a drink, I can shuffle over to
the fridge and pour myself a glass of milk.

- That doesn't sound like much fun.
- Maybe not, but it will quench my thirst.

Look. "Caleidoscope" is a fantasy.

If you're gonna come here,
you really should just...

Buy in.

Just for a moment.

Turn off the voice in your head
telling you not to trust what you see.

Get rid of all your distractions.

A beautiful woman is
standing in front of you...

Offering a few laughs and...

Some intelligent conversation.

You're handsome.

And mysterious, and you look
great in that leather jacket.

All you have to do to make it real...

Is use your imagination.

And if you can do that, who knows?

We might end up having an amazing time.

If you decide you're
interested, I'll be at the bar.

Okay.

Okay, I'll have a Martini, very dry.

And none of the cheap stuff.

A man with refined taste. I like that.

Do they have any of those
little virtual hot wings?

- I'm starving.
- I don't know.

But you probably shouldn't
drink on an empty stomach.

Why? Because I might get drunk?

And then I might have
to take advantage of you.

On second thought,
less food. More booze.

Doc?

- Doc?
- What?

- What? What?
- It's Kate.

Daniel, where are you?

I'm in my kitchen.

- In my house.
- Oh, that's funny.

Because there's an avatar that
looks and sounds exactly like you

in the Prism Lounge right now.

- The Prism Lounge? I don't know what...
- I told you not to go looking for Jeremy!

You could compromise this entire case!

I am not compromising anything. I'm
just doing research. I'm a scientist.

Who is working for the FBI.

Okay, now, don't do anything
else without me, I'm coming in.

- What do you mean...
- Hey?

Hello? Are you coming back?

Sorry. I uh, had a phone call.

No distractions, remember?

Actually, my friend is
coming here to meet me.

Oh. Who's your friend?

Well, looks like you
have your hands full.

She part of your "research"?

Oh, no, no, no, you don't
get to ask me any questions

till you explain this
little ensemble of yours.

Oh, yeah. Fleckner built my avatar.

I feel like I let one of my
little brother's friends dress me.

Yeah, the really cool one.

- Oh, our guy just showed up.
- Ooh. Well, hello, Jeremy.

He not only communicates in here.

- He's popular.
- Hmm.

Hey.

Welcome to the Prism Lounge, guys.

What's your pleasure?

Jeremy, we're the people who came to
see you at your house earlier today.

We thought it might be
easier to talk this way.

Can, uh, we go somewhere more private?

I'm sorry about what happened at my house.
I wish I could have kept it together.

We could see how hard
you were trying, Jeremy.

The thing is, I don't really know that
much about MPresario's credit-card scam.

It was just a rumor I
overheard in the bar.

- Do you remember who said it?
- No.

MPresario created the Prism Lounge, so, I
mean, there was always chatter about him.

Chatter about crimes, or...

Not exactly.

He liked people to think that
he was some kind of gangster.

He'd always talk about how he
was, you know, "connected" to

"certain businessmen," but I
don't know if any of it was true.

But you reported him anyway.

Yeah, I was angry.

He kicked me out of the club. I didn't
really think about what I was doing.

What do you mean he kicked you out?

He put a block on my avatar. So I
literally couldn't enter the club.

Why would he do that?

He thought I was trying
to hit on his girlfriend.

This avatar named Krystalline.

And were you? Hitting on her?

No. I just talked to her. That's all.

I can't do that in the real world.

I sent MPresario a couple
of messages to explain,

but by then he had already blocked me.

So how did you get back into the club?

The block just disappeared
after a couple weeks.

And thank God for Krystalline.

I figure she must have
talked some sense into him.

- Can you give us a minute?
- Sure.

- Really?
- Don't.

How would you feel if I came
back to your house for a visit?

I don't know. I just don't
want to freak out again.

I could bring someone to help with that.

- Have you ever talked to a therapist?
- We can't afford it.

My mom gets disability because
she has to take care of me,

but it doesn't cover insurance.

What if I could someone
that your mom could afford,

someone to help you
back to the real world?

I'm not sure the real
world is such a great place.

Jeremy, this is imaginary.

I mean, it's amazing but...

In reality, the waves
crash on the rocks.

The wind gives you goose bumps.
The ocean smells like salt.

It's all the stuff that tells us
we're alive, don't you want that?

"Caleidoscope" isn't
imaginary, Dr. Pierce.

It exists.

It's just a different kind of reality.

I pulled up our victim's
virtual girlfriend, Krystalline.

Yeah.

Not exactly sure what she
knows about the murder, but it's

pretty obvious she's knowledgeable
about certain other...

Easy, Fleckner. Where's
the I.P. Address lead?

Jacksonville, Florida. Real
name is Ashley Richards.

Hmm. Looks like I'm getting on a plane.

Kurt and I fell in
love in "Caleidoscope".

I think we knew right away
that we wanted to be together,

but it took us about six months
of sitting up all night, chatting.

Before we got up the
guts to make our plan.

- What kind of plan?
- To run away together in the real world.

He said he had to do a big
business deal to set us up.

Then he just disappeared.

Who was the deal with?

He didn't say.

He really loved me.

Even after we exchanged photos.

Ashley, did Kurt ever
say he had any enemies?

Anybody who wanted to hurt him?

Oh, I know someone
who wanted to hurt him.

My psycho ex-husband.

Well, I guess Ashley didn't tell
you about how I found out about them.

No, she didn't.

I come home from work one night...

14 hours breaking my ass
on the new job site...

And she's sitting in front of her
laptop, candles, glass of wine...

Watching her cartoon have sex
with his cartoon on a yacht.

Is that when you threatened MPresario?

"MPresario". Yeah.

I joined "Caleidoscope,"
found him in his virtual bar,

and told him I was coming to his house
and putting my fist through his face

if he didn't stay away from my wife.

So how did you track down
his real-world address?

I didn't. I was just
trying to scare him.

Of course, it turns out
the prick was connected.

- What do you mean, "connected"?
- He knew people.

Couple days later, I got
jumped by a bunch of Asian guys.

Yeah, they got their licks in.

And put a gun in my mouth and told
me to stay away from their boy.

So here I am.

Ain't love grand?

No. No.

No, no, that's just...

Daniel?

Keep your distance, Paul.
This might be contagious.

- What is it? What's the matter?
- Stomach bug.

Hit me about half an
hour ago like a truck.

I think I'm gonna have to miss dinner.

Well, do you want me to stay,
maybe get you some medicine?

No. No medication. No, no, no,
no. I think I just need to...

Ride this out.

Things are gonna get real
unpleasant around here for a while.

So rain check, okay? I'll
call you when I feel better.

You made it.

I hope this hasn't caused any
conflict with your tattooed friend.

No, wait. Actually, I hope it does.

My tattooed friend is
just someone I work with.

Aha.

Artists? Music critics?

I hate to kill the fantasy, but, uh...

I'm a college Professor from Chicago.
I know that's not quite as sexy...

No, careful, mister. I'm a teacher, too.

Second grade.

Really? That's great.

I love my kids.

But after being bombarded by 7 year
olds all day, it's nice to escape.

Shake things up.

Speaking of which.

"Caleidoscope" is our
virtual oyster, so...

We could go snowboarding or...

Mining for precious
metals on an asteroid.

There must be something that
you've always wanted to do.

♪ Friday night, I crashed your party.

♪ Saturday, I said I'm sorry.

♪ Sunday came and
trashed it out again.

♪ I was only having fun.

♪ Wasn't hurting anyone.

♪ And we all enjoyed
the weekend for a change.

♪ And I think of all the years,

♪ you tried to find
someone to satisfy you.

♪ I might be as crazy as you say.

♪ If I'm crazy, then it's true...

♪ That it's all because of you.

♪ And you wouldn't
want me any other way.

♪ And you wouldn't
want me any other way.

♪ You may be right!

♪ I may be crazy.

♪ Oh! But it just may be
a lunatic you're looking for.

♪ Oh! But it just may be
a lunatic you're looking for.

♪ Turn out the light.

♪ Don't try to save me.

♪ You may be wrong for all I know...

♪ But you may be right.

Oh!

Two words... "Big Tito".

Kurt Simpson talked to this guy more
than anyone else in "Caleidoscope".

And get this... all their messages
to each other were encrypted.

- So they're hiding something.
- The entire credit card operation.

Big Tito was Kurt's buyer.

- Wait, you decrypted everything?
- This is what I do, Kate.

Big Tito's I.P. Address traces back
to a house in Fort Wayne, Indiana.

The name on the lease is Quang.

Quang? Wait a second. Big Tito is Asian?

A couple of the guys in
the house are on probation.

Probably connected to those thugs
who beat up Krystalline's ex-husband.

Maybe they eventually went
after Kurt Simpson, too.

I'm gonna go have a
little talk with Big Tito.

I'd like to the meet the guy

that took the time to re-create
the entire Moulin Rouge.

That was incredible.

The last few days have been amazing.

I'm sort of terrified at the pile of
work that's waiting for me, though.

Oh. Right. Reality.

Know where I've always wanted to go?

Kanazawa-en.

In Kyoto. The last Emperor's garden.

Built as an altar to his wife.
I can't believe you know it.

Of course I know it. It's
probably one of the most...

Beautiful places in the world.

Would you take me there sometime?

I'd love to.

Of all the virtual juke joints in all
the world, you wandered into MPresario's.

I thought it was the Prism Lounge.

It is. But MPresario
is the guy who owns it.

Friend of yours?

No, not really. I haven't
seen him in a while.

He probably had to go back
to the real world, too.

I hope that you think this is real.

Lewicki! How long have
you been standing there?

Not long enough to see anything.

Not that there was anything to see.

Kate just brought in a suspect.

Which one's Big Tito?

Those are Big Tito's brothers.

Girlfriend is starving in here!

At least hook me up with a pastry!

This is Big Tito.

So we've got the stolen
credit-card numbers

that MPresario sent you
over the last five months.

And we also have the online wire transfers
that you made into his bank account.

But here's where I'm
gonna need your help.

About a month ago, MPresario tells
you that he wants to double the price

and be paid in cash so
there's no money trail.

So?

So he was trying to squeeze you.

But instead of trying to negotiate,

you just arranged a meeting with him
in the parking lot of your high school

to give him the cash.

Now, why would you just
roll over like that?

Lady...

I'm 15 years old. This
whole thing was a goof.

An after-school job.

We found the
credit-card-stamping equipment.

You are the point person of a
major identity-theft operation.

Mai, I have seen your brothers' records.

Armed robbery. Assault.

You're the smart one in the family.

You wanted MPresario to think that
everything was cool because the meeting...

- Was a setup, wasn't it?
- Watch this.

I just decrypted your
backup drive. Pretty sweet.

This is from your brother, Vinh.

"Problem solved.

"MPresario won't be
jacking up no more prices.

L.O.L".

It's dated the day that
Kurt Simpson was murdered.

Your brothers were hiding in the parking
lot when MPresario showed up for the cash.

But instead of killing him there, you
told them to follow him back to Michigan

where they could kill him
under the radar, didn't you?

No, my brothers jumped him right
there to teach him a lesson!

They left him bloody, but he was alive.

She is lying.

I mean, look at these
photos from the crime scene.

Those were taken the same day that
Simpson met up with the Quangs.

And there's no bruising on his
face. I know. Nobody beat him up.

So why is she copping to
something that never happened?

I have no idea.

But I've got her nailed
on the identity theft.

I'm gonna keep grilling her
and her brothers on the murder.

By the way, you look exhausted.
You should get some rest.

I wish I could. I got a class.

Okay, well...

Don't wear yourself out.

Daniel. Hi.

Ileana?

Oh, no, no, no. You're a hallucination.

What?

I'm sorry. You...

You look exactly like I'd imagined.

Oh, well, I guess I look like my avatar.

So do you.

How... how did you find me?

Well, you said that you were
a college Professor in Chicago,

and your initials are D.J.P.

So that narrowed it down.

And I'm just outside Milwaukee,
so it was an easy trip.

Oh, God. I'm sorry.

I was so excited to meet you, and I...

I didn't even think about
how you might feel. And I...

Yeah, I suddenly I realize how
inappropriate this is. I should go.

Please don't.

I'm really glad you're here.

I'm assuming this means
you're not contagious.

Oh, Paul, I want you to meet...

That was some pretty unconvincing
theater the other night.

I don't know what it is with you, Daniel.
I mean, I get that you value your privacy.

And you've got your misanthropic
tendencies, and that's all fine.

But I cannot for the life of
me understand what could be

so bad about sharing one
lousy meal with an old friend.

I'm sorry, Paul. I got to go.

Daniel!

Is that really a good idea?

I wouldn't be doing it otherwise.

You just hallucinated
your virtual girlfriend.

- Natalie Vincent, are you jealous?
- I'm concerned.

You're not sleeping. You've
abandoned your routine.

- You know where this leads, Daniel.
- No, I don't.

With you unable to tell
the difference between

the real world and this
land of make-believe.

- It's not gonna happen.
- It's already happening.

You did the same thing
when you first met me.

You're falling in love with an
idealized version of a real person.

It's not the same thing!

You're... you're a
hallucination. I know that.

Ileana is a real person
sitting at a computer somewhere.

We have a real connection and...

To me that's worth the risk.

Hi.

Hey.

- How long have you been here?
- I don't know. An hour maybe?

I really wanted to see you.

Listen, uh...

The other day when you asked me
to take you to Kanazawa-en someday,

were you talking about real life?

I don't know. I just said it.

Well, what if I asked you to go with me?

Would you?

I'm afraid that you
would be disappointed.

I don't exactly look
like my avatar, D.J.

No, I don't care about that. I...

D.J.?

You don't look like your avatar.

Wait. What's wrong?

I'm sorry. I have to go.

Kate. Kate.

We were wrong. Mai Quang wasn't lying.

There was a beating in that parking lot,

but her brothers didn't know
what Kurt Simpson looked like.

- They just knew MPresario, his avatar.
- So you think they beat up someone else?

Yes! Simpson must have sent someone
else to pick up the cash for him.

I don't know if that person had
something to do with the murder

or not, but I'm telling you,
Mai and her brothers didn't.

Daniel, let's just take a breath.

- Kate?
- What is it?

Oh, no.

- I'm stuck in the game.
- Daniel?

Lewicki!

Lewicki, get... get me out of here!

Lewicki!

Daniel, I told you. The
rules are different here.

Daniel. Daniel, it's me.

It's me.

Daniel, it's me. It's me. See?

We're here. Everything's okay.

No. No, no, no. No, I'm stuck.

I got to get back to reality.
I have to talk to the real Kate.

This is all real if we want it to be.

No, it isn't, no matter
how much we want it to be.

Natalie was right. This...

This place isn't good for me.

You're not good for me.

I can't see you anymore.

You're not real!

I'm sorry. Ileana, I'm sorry.

Jeremy, please, you have to help me.

Tell me how to get out of here.

Sorry. I didn't see that.

Doc?

Doc? Doc?

Is this real or... or "Caleidoscope"?

This is the real world. Are you okay?

- I got to see Kate.
- Right now? Why?

Mai Quang's brothers
didn't beat up Kurt Simpson.

They beat up Jeremy Nordhoff.

Daniel, it's impossible.

Jeremy Nordhoff can't
even leave his room,

let alone drive to Fort Wayne, Indiana,
to get beat up by the Quang brothers.

Now, what am I missing here?

Imagine somebody literally
took your life away.

What would you be willing
to do to get it back?

It was like my life
was suddenly just over.

Every day, I would wake up.

And check to see if MPresario
responded to my messages

or lifted the block, and
then I'd go back to bed.

And without the club, without my friends,
there wasn't any reason to get up.

Why did MPresario let you back in?

Like I said, I figured it
was Krystalline's doing.

No. No. You said he thought
of himself as a gangster.

So?

So gangsters don't just
give you what you want,

not without getting
something they want in return.

Simpson was supposed to pick up
$20,000 from the Quang brothers,

men he knew were violent.

So he wanted someone else
to pick up his cash for him.

But who in their right mind
would do something that dangerous?

They'd have to be
completely desperate...

Like the kid he kicked out of the
club who was begging to be let back in.

I had him lift the block before I left.

I knew that it would go back on if
I didn't come through, but if I did,

- I didn't want him screwing me over.
- After so many years in your room...

What made you think that you
could just leave or drive a car?

Nothing. I was terrified.

In fact, for a while, I was
pretty sure I couldn't do it.

But I knew that it was my only shot.

And then suddenly, I got to
the car, and it was easier.

I mean, I haven't driven since I
was 17, but I remember liking it.

Just being alone, enclosed...

It's like being in my own world.

So I drove to where I
was supposed to meet them.

But when I got out of the car
again, it turned into a nightmare.

At some point, you took a hard blow
to the back of the head on the right.

- Yeah. How did you know?
- The glass you knocked over.

Trauma to the back right side of the
brain can affect the left visual field.

Tito don't like when
people get greedy, bro.

Keep it in mind.

I don't know how long it took me
to get up, but eventually I did.

And then you drove home?

Jeremy?

I drove home that
night... but I didn't stay.

I got my mother's gun, then
I got back in the car, and

I drove to the motel in Three Rivers.

And you shot Kurt Simpson?

All I could think was
that guy set me up.

And since I didn't get his money,
he had an excuse to block me again

and to keep me from the one place
where I can actually have friends.

You're damn right I shot him.

I didn't have a choice.

You might have called.

I'd rather not repeat what happened
the last time you tried to talk to him.

We're here to arrest Jeremy. He has
confessed to the murder of Kurt Simpson.

- He what?
- Is he in his room?

No, wait. Just wait. This is impossible.

I mean, Jeremy isn't capable
of doing something like this.

Why? Because he hasn't left
the house in five years?

You must have noticed when he
came home bruised and bloodied,

with your gun, in your car.

You didn't mention that
the last time we were here.

You're an accessory to
murder, Mrs. Nordhoff.

I don't know what kind of revenge
plot he's cooked up for you, but

he lives in a fantasy world.

I mean, the Prism
Lounge, the bartending...

Anything that he says in there
is just part of his imagination.

I thought you said you didn't know
anything about what Jeremy did online.

- I don't.
- Yes, you do.

Jeremy is not the only one living
in a fantasy world, is he...

Ileana?

I joined "Caleidoscope" months ago,

when I realized Jeremy was
spending all of his time there.

I just wanted to keep an eye on him.
And he never knew Ileana was really me.

Ha! Yeah. That makes two of us.

- Daniel...
- You lied to me.

When you realized that we
found Jeremy in "Caleidoscope".

- You used Ileana to get close to me.
- That's not true.

Oh come on, you were trying to
keep tabs on the investigation.

- Okay, I was, but I...
- Which means that you...

You were either trying
to protect Jeremy or s...

Someone else.

You said yourself he's
not capable of murder.

That leaves you.

I want you to try to imagine...

What you would you do if your
boy was afraid of the world,

and one morning all
of his fears came true.

I didn't even know he'd left
the house or that he could.

Seeing him in that state was
the worst moment of my life.

I held him till he stopped shaking.

I cleaned him up. I dressed his wounds.

And then I had him type out the
whole story, everything that happened.

And when I realized this
MPresario person had set him up...

Something inside me just snapped.

No!

Did you tell Jeremy what you did?

I told him everything
was back to normal.

Well, he must have figured it out,
because he confessed to protect you.

What happens to Jeremy if I go to jail?

He can't take care of himself.

I'll make sure he
gets the help he needs.

It's time to go, Stephanie.

Stand up, please.

Hands behind your back.

I want you to know...

I didn't realize who you were until
your partner showed up in "Caleidoscope".

No, we don't have to...

No, no. You're funny and
cynical and sensitive.

And I don't expect you
to believe me, but...

My feelings for you were real.

I meant it when I said
I couldn't see you.

I'm here for professional reasons.

There's a patient I'd like you to see.

It's someone I can't help.

Daniel.

I'm sorry about my birthday, Paul.

I know it doesn't make up for
the famous Chef guy, but...

I was hoping you'd join me for...

One lousy meal.

Take a good look at the
person sitting closest to you.

What do you see?

A rival?

An ex-lover?

The guy who thinks you don't know
he copies your notes every class?

Would it surprise you to
learn it's mostly a fantasy?

We get to know people by taking a few
small clues, that we have about them.

And processing it all
through a neural filter laden,

with our own personal biases.

We rely on our mind to fill in
the blanks of their identity.

But who the people in
our lives really are...

Their essence...

That's in their brains, not ours.

The reality is, until the next
high-school dropout from Silicon Valley

invents a way for us to literally plug
in to the brains of another person.

We can never really know who they are.

All we can do is arm ourselves
with what we know to be true...

Our feelings.

Love, anger, longing,
happiness, fear, friendship...

These are the brain's guidance system.

It's true north.

And if we can manage to trust them...

They can usually help us
find what we're looking for.

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